We have a valley behind our house in which is nestled a small guesthouse and a potting shed. We often sleep in the guesthouse, ourselves, because . . . um . . . because we can sleep better there. It’s quieter there. Simpler.
One night the moon was rising over it, behind a fantastical mist, and I attempted a few shots of it.
I was pretty sure I would make mistakes.
I have no idea how I got it, but here it is.
I discarded several attempts, due to my lack of knowledge about how to make a good picture of this sight. However, I think I did capture the essence of the beauty of the valley in one mistake:
I caught the moon in action.
All my life, I’ve thought it was just rising and shining, but here we clearly see that it actually comes and goes. I actually caught it in the very act of dropping in. Of course, it brings quiet and dreams with it, right?